Drums

"Would you please skip this song?" Scorpius asked Al as they walked down the empty corridor. They were listening to music with a muggle device called an ipod that had very strange wire appendages that you could hear the music through if you put them in your ear. Albus had gotten it as a gift from his Aunt Hermione this past Christmas. Both boys each had one in their ears, and they were enjoying their nightly stroll through the castle that they did before curfew.

"Um, no, I'm not skipping this one." Al said, giving a "how could you ever say such a thing?" look at Scor.

"Please, Albus? You know how much I don't like the drums in this one. They're bloody loud." Scorp reached for the muggle box in Al's hand, but it was held away from him.

"And you know how much I love the drums in this one. They're bloody brilliant."

Before Scorpius could say anything, his boyfriend began to air drum violently. He halted in the corridor, causing Scor to lose the wire in his ear. He barely noticed, however, as his eyes were glued in amusement to his best mate who continued to drum, completely absorbed in the music. Before he knew what was happening, Scorpius was being grabbed by little drummer boy and being swung around by his arms. They both laughed as they got stares from fellow students. Albus pulled his boyfriend in and kissed his forehead, placing the other end of the wire back in Scor's ear.

"Still hate the drums?" He asked, eyes sparkling.

Scorpius gave a look of mock contemplation, "I'll tolerate them I suppose."

"Git," Al linked their hands together, "you know you love them."

Scorpius leaned his head on the other boy's shoulder, hearing more loud music blasting in his ear,

"I know I do."